Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
But when she starts to lift her hips, her focus solely on getting me inside her, I take control, gripping her waist and flipping her onto her back.
“Are you sure?” I whisper, my lips brushing hers. “Because…you know…we don’t have to rush this. We could—”
“Blake,” she begs. “Please. We’ve waited long enough.”
Disciplined from years of boot-camp-style football training or not, there’s no fucking way I can say no right now. I want this just as much as she does. Hell, I probably want it more, but it’s not for the pure act of sex itself.
It’s because it’s her.
It’s because it’s Lexi.
My dream girl. Only in real life, she’s better than in dreams.
Lexi
The air is warm and sticky against my skin, and I feel a bead of sweat drip down my spine, but I’m too focused on Blake to be annoyed by it.
His body hovers over mine, his cock is perched at my entrance, and a moan escapes my lungs. Needy and desperate and practically coming apart at the seams, I don’t even recognize the girl I am right now. I feel frantic and anxious and aroused and a million other things as I simply wait to finally feel him inside me.
But he keeps us like that, one strong hand on my hip, and his face is so close to mine that his eyes look midnight blue beneath the dark sky. He releases my hip, and he reaches up to cup my face, brushing his thumb gently over my warm cheek.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice a sexy rasp of seduction and need. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? Do you know that you undo me every time you deign to look in my direction?”
I shake my head, his words slipping into my ears and rolling around inside my mind. The way he’s looking at me, combined with what he’s saying, makes me feel powerful and confident and sexy in ways I’ve only ever felt with him.
He moves his big hand from my face to my neck until he starts to trail a path between us with his fingers, moving them from my lips to my chin and between my breasts. I shiver under his touch.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you,” he whispers, his lips mere inches from mine. “Every time I get to touch you feels like the first fucking time, but better.” He presses a slow and deep and delicious kiss to my mouth. Our tongues dance and another moan escapes my lungs, and my breasts brush his chest with each erratic breath I take.
All I can think is how badly I want to feel him inside me.
I’ve had sex before, but I’ve never felt this insane with need for the sex to start. I’m overwhelmed and yet, at the same time, completely understimulated. I need to feel him everywhere, on every surface of my skin and in every facet of my senses.
“Please, Blake,” I beg against his persistent lips.
Those lips of his curve up into a smile against my mouth. “Tell me what you need, Lex. Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
I grip his chin with my fingers, forcing his gaze to mine. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Without breaking eye contact, he presses the tip of his cock inside my entrance. And with the most deliciously slow pace he can manage, he starts to fill me up. A little more and a little more and a little more until I’m so full of Blake, I don’t know where he starts and where I end.
He’s big, stretching me to limits I’ve never experienced, but it’s right—the perfect kind of intense pressure and pleasure. I’ve never been with a man as big as Blake. He’s well above the statistical average of 5.13 inches erect. Well, well above it. I kind of wish I had access to a measuring tape just to get an accurate number.
After all, I do love numbers, don’t I?
Blake starts to move himself in and out of me, stroking his cock against my vaginal walls, which massages a spot deep inside me that urges goose bumps to form on my skin.
Blake Boden is the only man whose ever been able to find my Gräfenberg spot—aka the infamous G-spot. I’ve studied that specific area of the female anatomy before, the one that’s located inside the vagina and can be highly sensitive and capable of enhancing sexual arousal and orgasm when stimulated. But from everything I’d researched, it’s not an easy thing for most men to find or understand how to incite.
Clearly, Blake isn’t most men.
The more he thrusts, the more he massages the very spot inside me that only he can find, and the pleasurable tension starts to stretch tight within me like a rubber band.
“It was like I was made to fit inside you.” His words melt into my skin as he whispers against my neck. “You are the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”